Nobody is taking care of me, but me.
The divine situations that are set up to send SOS in the time of need are just that a divine division.
Division of struggle when times get tough. And a relief from stress when the road gets rough.
Golden rays of crystal life.
Easily shattered and pulled apart.
Then magically put back together by the will to be unique.
When I lay my head on this lonely pillow on this hard ass floor. I do it alone.
Thoughts of favor help me past the breaking point.
Thoughts of love give me the image to focus on.
True to self is my self-defense. True to spirit invites on looks of disbelief. True to life is the cover story I read each and every day.
Take care of me. Take care of this life.
There’s one human life to live.
So I live in it.
Just living life and spreading love 💘